After seven years of being on the move, Arlo Barman wants nothing more than a place to call home. But unbeknownst to him, Arlo is a caladrius healer, so staying in one place has never been an option. The compulsion to separate himself from those he's healed is all-consuming and leaves him little choice but to pack up yet again. Nash Silver is the only werewolf in his small coastal town. Living undetected in a human world is imperative for his kind, and he and his small circle of friends -- a vampire and a psychic -- have done so for decades. But Nash's anonymous existence is jeopardized when a man with an enticing scent moves into town. From the moment Nash lays eyes on the stranger, nothing is more important than being close to him. Not even guarding his secret. Arlo isn't interested in a relationship or even a date, his past has taught him nothing good comes from it, but the rather pushy local popping up everywhere he goes has his heart somersaulting. If he's heart is somersaulting or not doesn't matter, because when Nash gets injured, Arlo is the only one who can save him. Having used his powers, Arlo has to leave Nash and the cozy town he wanted to make his home, but can Nash survive being separated from his mate?

Black Bird

“Anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”


Arlo had a hard time getting his brain to function. The heat of Nash oozed into him like tendrils searching for his core.


“Come on, babe, let’s eat, get some sleep, and I promise everything will look better in the morning.”


Look better?Arlo doubted it. He was too tired to think, but he allowed Nash to steer him toward the kitchen. 12


Nash bit the inside of his cheek. He’d heard Arlo’s song, had watched him through the window as he’d stood in the dark and brushed his hair, and he’d never sensed such sorrow in his entire life.


What creature sang like that? There hadn’t been words, just…sounds.


The beast didn’t care, he wanted to tackle Arlo to the bed and fuck him silly—it was their right to do so, but Nash reined him in. Not tonight


The claws raking his ribcage were sharp enough to make him wince, but he pretended he wasn’t fighting a war with himself, and once again prodded Arlo to eat.


Chapter 34